After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: So Unromantic—Fu Qingyun, How Have You Not Suffocated to Death in This Life?

Ignoring Assistant Zhou’s oddly curious expression, Fu Qingyun held the soft fleece blanket in her hands and walked over to Qiao Sijin.

She squatted down and slowly unfolded the blanket.

Bit by bit, she draped it over Qiao Sijin, who was sleeping like she didn’t care about anyone or anything. Fu Qingyun sighed inwardly in helplessness, then grabbed a pillow from the other end of the sofa.

Since Qiao Sijin had fallen asleep with her back on the armrest, Fu Qingyun worried she might wake up sore and stiff. She gently placed the pillow behind her waist.

Probably because she’d never done anything sneaky in her life, Fu Qingyun found herself completely out of her element doing this kind of thing.

Still, she kept her usual poker face as she tucked the blanket—one with a cartoon Snoopy printed on it—around Qiao Sijin.

“Caught you in the act, huh~”

Suddenly, Qiao Sijin’s eyes flew open. With lightning reflexes, she grabbed Fu Qingyun’s wrist and gave it a sharp tug, causing her to lose her balance and fall to her knees.

Her knees hit the cold floor hard.

“Sijin—”

The position was just… bizarre. It looked like she was kneeling in submission at Qiao Sijin’s feet.

“Don’t move. You always say one thing and do another. Shouldn’t I punish you for that?”

In the past, Qiao Sijin might’ve been filled with fantasies and excitement over such closeness, but now she was over that. She wasn’t about to fall for this again.

Fu Qingyun didn’t respond. She tried to get up, but Qiao Sijin’s index finger slid slowly from the bridge of her nose down to her lips, stopping right there.

Her fingertip picked up a bit of lipstick, making the moment look incredibly intimate.

For some reason, Qiao Sijin suddenly felt the urge to ruin something beautiful. She imagined how that mouth would look swollen and red—probably quite appealing.

Leaning forward, she slowly rose from the sofa while Fu Qingyun watched her every move, unable to tear her gaze away.

“Hold still. If you do something wrong, you should be punished.”

“Don’t you agree, President Fu?”

Her voice lifted at the end in a playful tease, and she looked down at Fu Qingyun like a queen surveying her subject.

And honestly? It felt great.

Especially since the one kneeling in front of her was Fu Qingyun. That made it even better.

“There are still people outside… We can’t do anything reckless, Sijin…”

Just like always, Fu Qingyun lacked a sense of security when it came to intimate situations—even when it was Qiao Sijin whispering in her ear.

“Exactly because you don’t like it, I’m doing it.”

“That’s the kind of unreasonable person I am.”

Now she was regretting leaving Qiao Sijin alone in her office. This was too dangerous. Kneeling this long, Fu Qingyun’s knees were starting to hurt.

She abruptly stood up. The sudden movement caught Qiao Sijin off guard and nearly sent her toppling, but thankfully, Fu Qingyun still had some conscience and reached out to steady her.

Her lipstick smudged on Fu Qingyun’s white shirt—intimate and conspicuous.

“It’s late. I’ll take you home.”

She couldn’t let her stay in the office any longer. Fu Qingyun feared she’d lose control. The one thing she had never denied to herself was that Qiao Sijin had always been her type.

That’s why she’d proposed their initial arrangement. Even now, no matter how Qiao Sijin changed her style, Fu Qingyun found herself unable to look away.

It was too dangerous.

Losing control meant letting her thoughts be taken over—and that was a critical mistake. A mistake she would not allow.

So even if she still wanted her… she would strictly limit how often they met.

“So unromantic. Fu Qingyun, how the hell have you not suffocated to death in this life?”

Qiao Sijin rubbed her sore lower back.

Just napping for a bit on that rock-hard sofa had left her aching. Clearly, she’d gotten too used to a carefree lifestyle—her body couldn’t handle such spartan conditions anymore.

Still, going home to sleep was definitely the better option. She couldn’t actually spend the whole night in the office, especially since she had a shoot early tomorrow.

Besides, with Fu Qingyun acting like a block of ice, Qiao Sijin didn’t want to see her annoying face again for at least a month.

Yes, she was pretty to look at—but the moment she opened her mouth, it killed the mood.

Looking out the window, she was stunned to see that downstairs still looked like a festival crowd.

“Wait—is that a tent down there?”

She pressed her forehead against the glass and stared at the lights twinkling below, swallowing hard as her hand braced against the floor-to-ceiling window.

She knew those damn paparazzi weren’t going to leave!

“No worries. If I want to leave, no one can stop me.”

Qiao Sijin nodded. If anyone could make that happen, it was the demon queen Fu Qingyun.

“Alright, feeling confident, are we?”

“You said it. If we end up getting photographed in the car, don’t blame me.”

Fu Qingyun smiled faintly and nodded, signaling that she’d take full responsibility. The two left the office one after the other.

They pressed the button for the ground floor, and the elevator arrived quickly.

Fu Qingyun stepped in first. Qiao Sijin followed closely behind. Earlier, the elevator had felt charged with tension. Now, it felt like plain boiled water.

What does plain boiled water taste like?

Exactly like plain boiled water. No flavor at all.

“Ahem ahem ahem… Boss is heading out again. Better notify Sister Ye!”

The junior assistant at the window quickly pulled out her phone and messaged Ye Ke.

“Ask Ye Ke if she knows what’s happening today. If not, fill her in immediately.”

As a fellow coworker, Assistant Zhou felt obligated to give Ye Ke a heads-up. Ye Ke usually kept close tabs on the boss’s every move…

But there were always exceptions.

Plus, Ye Ke had a particularly bad habit—slacking off at work. Assistant Zhou had called her out on it before, but she never changed.

So if she could give her a heads-up now, she would. Consider it a coworker’s helping hand—because next time she was in trouble, she might need Ye Ke to return the favor.

As the elevator descended, even though Qiao Sijin had acted like she didn’t care about reporters, her actions said otherwise.

She pulled sunglasses, a mask, and a hat from her purse. Probably thrown in hastily during her spat with Fu Qingyun earlier, because they were a jumbled mess when she pulled them out.